In a week’s time, it will all be over. It’s a very liberal use of the word “all”, but hell, it works for me. To be honest, I just want pre-production to be over. It never ends. If it’s not cars being gazzumped, or Dudley blokes going on holiday and leaving unhelpful marketing managers in charge, or Landrovers just being god-damned cursed vehicles, it’s grassy slopes needing finding, or cardboard boxes gathering, or dingies borrowed. But just one week. One week and I can sleep till midday every day, and drink coffee in Doodies every night. No batteries to charge, no insurance claims, no carrying heavy metal items up hills. Shit, it’s going to be boring.

Started editing yesterday – definitely my favourite part of the process so far. No rushing, no compromises. All the time in the world to get it right. Okay, so the 14 minutes of scenes I’ve rough cut so far are a million miles from a watchable, finished film, but it’s good to know that, as insane as I must have appeared to the cast and crew on location, I really did know what I was doing. This morning I went a-recceing with Simon Wyndham, to lock down the locations for the final fight. We want to up the spectacularity stakes, and have decided that something must blow up. But I couldn’t possibly divulge what at this stage. It looks like we may have to forget shooting more mountain board chase and severely cut down another scene, due to the fact that next Tuesday is the only day we can possibly pick-up our dropped scenes, other than a weekend at the start of September which will now have to host the train sequence, due to Coventry Railway Centre unfortunately being able to restore the train on time for tomorrow and Sunday’s scheduled shoot. By the way, I will put more stills up soon, honest.